AMANDA: There is only one respect in which I would like you to emulate your father.
TOM: What respect is that?
AMANDA: The care he always took of his appearance. He never allowed himself to look untidy.
AMANDA: No, I don’t have secrets. I’ll tell you what I wished for on the moon. Success and happiness for my precious children! I wish for that whenever there’s a moon, and when there isn’t a moon, I wish for it, too.
[TOM:] His name is O’Connor.
AMANDA: That, of course, means fish — tomorrow is Friday! I’ll have that salmon loaf — with Durkee’s dressing! What does he do? He works at the warehouse?
TOM: Of course! How else would I —
AMANDA: Tom, he — doesn’t drink?
TOM: Why do you ask me that?
AMANDA: Your father did!
TOM: Don’t get started on that!
AMANDA: You are the only young man that I know of who ignores the fact that the future becomes the present, the present the past, and the past turns into everlasting regret if you don’t plan for it!